IS it thy will thy
image should keep open |
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My heavy eyelids to the weary night? |
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Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken, |
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While shadows, like to thee, do mock my sight? |
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Is it thy spirit that thou sendst from
thee |
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So far from home, into my deeds to pry, |
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To find out shames and idle hours in me, |
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The scope and tenour of thy jealousy? |
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O, no! thy love, though much, is not so great: |
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It is my love that keeps mine eye awake; |
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Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat, |
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To play the watchman ever for thy sake: |
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For thee watch I whilst thou
dost wake elsewhere, |
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From me far off, with others
all too near. |
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